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Tiffany was wearing a very nice dress. It was white with a lavender print on the lapel. It was something modest and appropriate for church, which is where she happened to be since it was a Sunday. She’d been attending this new church for almost two months now, and thanks to meeting some very kind people in the congregation she felt a lot more welcome in God’s house than she had at the start of the year. She was a canine, a saluki, and a smidge tall for a lady. She would stand out just a hair if she stood with a group of women. She felt the most feminine when around a group of men since most of them were still taller than her, but amongst her own kind she felt a little awkward. Tiffany didn’t envy women who were taller than her. She wouldn’t be able to handle all the attention she’d get if she could look down her nose and see the top of a man’s head. The rest of her features she adored and all for different reasons. She loved how easy it was to care for her hair and fur, being both soft and lustrous. Her ears were long and blended in with her hair easily. Tiffany always wore her hair long, sometimes letting it hang free and other times in cute buns. Her face was her most alluring feature, she thought. As a child she hated how she looked, as everyone always thought she was sad about something. It was just how her eyes looked to the world. A ‘sad resting face’, a friend had once told her. Tiffany had come to appreciate how gentle and pensive her face looked and had long learned that a smile was enough to push the sadness in her eyes away. When she smiled, people stopped seeing the sadness and found her adorable. Except when she was actually sad, because she was the type of woman to ugly cry. “Have you ever been through this part of the building?” The feline next to her asked. Tiffany was walking side by side with one of the ladies she’d made friends with since she began attending this church. Her name was Meredith, a sweetheart with pale fur and crowned with short bob of black hair. Meredith and her husband had introduced themselves to her the first Sunday Tiffany had attended a service. They hadn’t been the only ones to say hi and chat with her, but out of everyone she’d spoken to Meredith had been the friendliest. Starting every Sunday after that, Tiffany was always invited to sit with them at their usual spot on the 5th pew on the righthand side. “No, this is the first time. I’ve only ever looked down the hallway.” Tiffany replied. Her new church wasn’t the largest church she’d been in, and it wasn’t as large as the one she’d left. The congregation was a few hundred people, with a lot more young people than she was used to. Her last church had a lot of older people, a lot of elders. “The original church wasn’t this big; they had to build this whole wing afterwards since the church kept growing. The fellowship hall on the other side used to be where they held Sunday school before they started knocking out walls to make it the new fellowship hall.” Meredith told her. The church was built in the shape of a plus sign with the middle wings housing the chapel, foyer, and restrooms. The two side wings were where the fellowship hall, classrooms, and offices were. The wing they were in now was only for Sunday school and the offices for the Reverand and other ministers. “How long have you been coming to this church?” She asked as they continued to walk down the hall, passing by different labeled doors. “Hmm, five years, maybe a little more? Since before me and Wally married, I know.” The cat replied. They then reached a door with the label of ‘Counseling Office’ and Meredith opened it. “That’s a good while to be somewhere. I was with my last church for a little longer than that, I think.” Tiffany replied, a part of her wishing things had been different so that she could still go there. But things weren’t different, they were just as they were. Meredith invited her into the room, which was a small and cozy room with a couch pressed to one wall with a desk and a chair sitting across from it. A framed reproduction of an oil painting hung on the wall behind the couch, featuring a depiction of Jesus. It looks like a renaissance painting, but she didn’t know enough about art to know who might have painted the original. The rest of the room’s décor was warm red fabric and rich brown wood. The desk didn’t look like it had an owner, since as Tiffany understood it there were three people in the church qualified to give counseling and all of them used this same room. Tiffany was invited to sit down on the couch while Meredith took a seat on the chair. The arrangement was very much like how you’d imagine a therapist’s office to be set up. She sat down, found the couch was very broken in from many people having used it in the past. “Ok, so Tiffany, I’m not a professional or licensed therapist, but everything in this room is still super confidential. Nothing you tell me will leave this room, so you are welcome to be as honest with me as you are comfortable with. If I ever ask you something or press you for something that doesn’t sit right with you to answer, then just tell me and we can skip it, ok?” Meredith then began, and Tiffany suddenly felt the pressure of what she had signed up for. In the two months she’d been attending this new church she’d been laboring under the pain and grief of why she’d left her previous one. Meredith, despite so little time having passed since meeting Tiffany, was now a person she could call a friend. She’d become enough of a friend that she’d opened up to her a little here and there about why she’d changed churches, and that was enough for the feline to tell her that if she wanted someone to talk to that their church had counseling. Normally, Meredith would do sex counseling for couples, which felt so out of place for a church. It did make more sense once Meredith explained it, since faith and sexuality did not mix as easily and soap and water. The two led to conflict more often than when they produced children, as Tiffany knew very well. Having someone at the church that could help a couple struggling with sex and faith sounded a lot more reasonable when you looked at it the proper way. Meredith wasn’t a sex therapist in the way you’d normally think of it. “Thank you, Meredith. I appreciate you volunteering, since I know you told me you normally only work with couples.” Meredith replied. “I have counseled singles before! Just pretty rare, it’s mostly couples, but everyone can have problems, and I try my best to give help and advice either way.” She replied. Tiffany smiled and nodded, crossing one ankle over the other as she sat with her hands clasped in her lap. Without a mirror she didn’t know what mood she gave off, but she knew if she didn’t smile enough her features would naturally make her look pensive and sad. “Ok, so, you already told me a few things, but let’s just start from the beginning like its fresh. This is a chance for you to get it all out and express yourself! How about you tell me why you left your previous church?” Meredith asked her with a comforting smile. Tiffany tried to smile, feeling uneasy as memories of the past crept forward. She tried her best to recount the events as they happened, as best as she could put them together from her memory. The truth was that not only had she left her previous church, but had also ended a relationship at the same time. It went much deeper than that, too. She’d been in a long-term relationship, about two years, with a man. He was the son of the Reverend, and for a while she was a centerpiece in the church, standing alongside the Reverand’s family. She’d not worked for the church in any capacity, but she volunteered to be an extra set of hands whenever they needed it. Her two-year relationship had been, to her at least, very happy. Despite how modest and chaste she was, she’d manage to find love in a man that viewed the world same as she had. They held the same faith, having met in the same church. Their values had aligned, and she thought him attractive, and he had thought the same of her. It felt so right. They did not live together, as they weren’t married. Their shared values demanded that they live separately as they dated, and despite him being a man he was very chaste and advocated from the very beginning that they needed to live right by God and save themselves until marriage, as was the right thing to do. Being the son of a preacher, it didn’t surprise her that he was a pillar of faith. It made her own faith grow, as she knew she wasn’t a perfect woman. She wasn’t a virgin, like she should have been. She’d sinned, but with a partner as strong as he was, she could find the strength she needed to be a pillar of her own. And then one day, a light switch just seemed to flip. Tiffany had thought he was just very busy all of a sudden. Everything seemed normal when they were together, which was usually at church since he attended every church function, and she along with him. They saw each other multiple times a week. But outside of church, he was suddenly distant, slow to respond to messages, canceling or postponing plans they had together. And then one week went by after that. She knew it was a week because of her text messages; she’d read them and reread them a dozen times looking for any sign of where things might have gone wrong. She’d been turning stones over and over again looking, in every place she could think of. But after a week, he broke up with her. She had ugly cried, tears flowing hot down her cheeks. Awful, it was awful. And the entire time she was begging him for why, what had gone wrong, had something happened, did she do something wrong? She cried even harder when he told her why, and then he quickly fled the scene. He’d broken up with her in person, right in her small living room. He’d lied about why he wanted to see her at her place and showed up with a box of items that belonged to her that he had collected over the course of their two years. He was returning her things to him so he could deliver the news and leave her for good. He had told her that it was because, and she could quote him exactly, “because our relationship feels dead, Tiffany. I need a partner that can see that I have physical needs and can answer them. I don’t think we’re right for each other.” When she repeated his words out loud to Meredith, the emotions caught up with her. She’d been strong enough to hold herself together up until then, but hearing his words in her own voice broke her, and she began to cry all over again. Meredith jumped up from her chair and quickly dropped down onto the couch beside her and gave her a hug that lasted until the tears finally stopped flowing. ---------- It was another Sunday, and Tiffany found herself sitting on the same couch. Meredith was sitting across from her and the two were talking. So long as no one else needed Meredith’s time for counseling, there was an open invitation for Tiffany to sit and talk with her. They’d already had two sessions, and this doesn’t include all the times they’d chatted outside of this little room in the church. Meredith knew the most about Tiffany’s reasons for leaving her previous church, as well as her past relationship. Tiffany preferred to not bring it up very often. It was just easier to avoid the sore spot that way. “I don’t think you’re wrong for wanting to date again. You had a two year long routine, and you miss it, but now you’ve learned something important, and you can use that to help yourself pick a better partner.” Meredith told her. They’d been discussing her dating again. Tiffany wanted a partner, wanted marriage and children, and you can’t do that without finding somebody and as every woman knows, time doesn’t wait for you. “I thought I did pick a better partner though.” She replied. “In a way you did, you found someone that shared what you wanted in life. I don’t think you did anything wrong, since it’s obvious your ex was the one who made the mistake.” The cat said then, before continuing. “From what you’ve told me; I’m just going to take a big guess. I think he was probably honest with you in the beginning, but he’s also a man. Men like having sex even if they’ve never had it before. It’s just a boy thing; they have big strong sex drives. You’re very pretty, Tiffany, and somewhere along the way he probably started regretting his decision to save sex until marriage. Not everyone is going to find that an easy thing to do, and I think he couldn’t handle it, but you could. You’re a very strong woman, Tiffany, so I think you were fine to wait like you were, and maybe he understood that even if he wasn’t aware of it himself. So, he got frustrated or let himself get frustrated instead of talking to you about it. Communication is so important in a relationship, and he wasn’t doing that with you.” Meredith finished. “He never said anything about it.” She agreed, he’d never expressed anything about it until he finally broke up with her. “And I’ve never met him before so I’m being super charitable. I don’t want to make assumptions about someone I’ve never met, but the fact he started dating another woman so quick after you just confirms that he wanted something you weren’t giving him. I don’t know this other lady either, but you are a very pretty woman, Tiffany. You don’t lack anything a man would want, it seems like it was just that you weren’t having sex with him and this other woman must have made it clear that she would give him what you weren’t. You doing ok?” Meredith then asked. Tiffany drew in a breath and shut her eyes to calm herself down. There was a lump in her throat. She nodded. It just still hurt. “I don’t want my next relationship to be like that. I did it because that’s what he told me he wanted.” She replied. “And that’s ok, too! There are a lot of wonderful couples in the world that experienced each other that way before marriage, and a bunch of them attend this church!” The cat replied with a smile. “You and Wally? If that’s ok to ask.” Tiffany replied. “I don’t mind you asking! But no, me and Wally were actually virgins until marriage, but that doesn’t mean that you would be wrong for finding love a different way than I did.” She told her. It didn’t make her feel any better to learn that Meredith had managed to do what she couldn’t. It didn’t make her feel any better knowing that Wally was the sort of person she thought her ex was. “It won’t stop me from feeling wrong.” She replied. “Stop that! Don’t compare your life to mine like we’re keeping score. We’re not competing, and you’ll find your own way.” She replied. “I’m sorry.” Tiffany said. The cat then rocked back in her chair, letting out an exaggerated ‘ugh’, a sound Tiffany had learned early was something Meredith did a lot. “You apologize too much for thing you shouldn’t be sorry for.” She replied. “I’m sorry.” Tiffany replied back with a smile, making the cat softly let out another ugh. “Ok! So, here’s some homework for you that I want you to do for me.” The cat then replied, clapping her hands over her thighs like a period on the end of her sentence. “Homework?” Tiffany asked. “I want you to spend the next week thinking about what you want for a sex life. Really think, super honest, don’t let shame stand in your way. You’re wanting to find a man that matches you, so you need to know what YOU are before you can find HIM.” The cat told her. “I don’t know how to do that, Meredith?” She replied, confused as to how to even begin. “You know what you want, don’t you?” Meredith then asked. “You mean, what my type is?” She asked in reply. “No, and yes, but mostly no. I mean, ugh, hold on.” Meredith stopped herself with a wave of her hands, then started over. “Ok, don’t worry about finding your type. No looks required. I’m talking about actions. Even if you found a super hot guy you liked that doesn’t mean he and you are compatible! Like, I was very fortunate to find Wally, because I always thought he was handsome, and we ended up being very compatible in bed. But that’s because I was lucky to be blessed enough to find him. It could have been so different!” She said. “I could have just as easily found a man that looked just like him but then found out that he never wants to have sex. Just nothing, dead bedroom. I’d have been so unhappy with that, and it would have really strained my faith to be in a marriage like that. SO, what I want you do to is think about you and your future partner and try to imagine what you would be doing with him. How often. Don’t worry about shame, you’re living in your own head for this so go wild. Think of it like a wish list for your birthday, what would your ideal marriage look like?” She finally finished. Tiffany was blushing, not because she was already thinking of something, but because she felt silly that she didn’t immediately have anything coming to mind. “I think I’m too vanilla for this, Meredith.” She laughed. “Oh honey, I was vanilla too until I found out I wasn’t.” Meredith laughed out loud, making Tiffany blush bright red. ---------- “I just don’t know what to do with all the examples once I’m done with them. I can’t eat all that myself.” Tiffany told the cat sitting across from her at the little café. “Just bring them to the church on Sunday, they’ll go fast.” Meredith replied. Tiffany was having tea while Meredith was enjoying a coffee. “And then I get to enjoy a sermon about gluttony and the risk of diabetes.” She replied. What they were discussing was Tiffany’s idea for a small business to earn a little extra money on the weekends. She worked as a manager at a local restaurant, and the pay was nice for what it was, but it left her living very modestly. What she hoped to do was use her limited cooking skills to run a little bakery gig on the side. She couldn’t bake anything fancy like a giant wedding cake, but she could easily do smaller and simpler cakes for special occasions and birthdays and do a better job of it than Wal-Mart’s Bakery could. But she needed a bunch of examples of what she can bake, with nice professional photos of them so she could put them on her Facebook page. This meant she had to bake a lot of cakes, cupcakes, muffins, and pies and she was only one woman. That was far too much sugar and calories for one person to consume on her own. “Mrs. Judy likes sweets, so she’ll veto any sermon like that.” Meredith told him with a giggle. Mrs. Judy was the pastor’s wife. “Maybe.” She replied. “If you bake something for Wally’s birthday, you can take a nice photo of it before we eat it.” The cat then suggested. “You know how to bake a cake, Merry.” She giggled in reply. “No, you bake it for your business so you can get a nice photo of a birthday cake. Everyone goes out to buy a cake for someone’s birthday. Use Wally’s as an excuse to make one so it won’t go to waste.” Meredith replied. Tiffany hummed over her tea, thinking. “What kind?” She asked. Meredith then smiled and began to explain her husband’s taste in cake. White cake, chocolate icing, lots of sprinkles like a small child would demand, but not too much icing because he’ll just scrape it off onto the plate if there’s too much. “If you make it a double layered cake, about the shape of a shoebox, and make it look like a Lego brick, I will love you very much.” Meredith then added. She gawked back at her. “Am I baking for your husband or a child?” She laughed. “My husband has a very refined taste in birthday cakes.” Meredith replied, before proudly continuing. “Last year I made him a cookie cake, like the ones from that mall store. I bought him a Lego set of the lunar lander with three little astronaut men. I built it for him while he was at work and covered the cookie in grey icing so I could stick the Lego set on top. Had little Buzz and Neil planting an American flag candle on the cookie moon.” She finished. Tiffany gawked again. “I don’t know if I can top that!” She laughed. “We’re a few weeks out, so we’ve got time to figure out what would be nice. That would be a nice cake for display on your page, though!” Meredith told her. “It would be a nice cake, I agree.” She replied. “I still have to decide what he wants for his birthday.” The cat then told her before taking a sip of coffee. “You have to decide what he wants?” Tiffany asked with a tilt of her head. “He wants a lot of things, so I have to figure out what thing on that list I’m gonna get him, and I can’t ask him, or it won’t be a surprise.” She explained, and Tiffany nodded with an ‘ooh’. She smiled. Meredith had such a happy marriage; it sounded so lovely to her ears. It wasn’t something that she couldn’t imagine, like going through so much trouble to make a decorative cake. Tiffany could easily see herself doing that for someone, it’s just that she didn’t have anyone in her life to do that sort of thing for. She was still woefully single. After a handful of therapy sessions with Meredith, she did feel a lot better about herself and was wanting to seriously consider dating someone she could find inside her growing circle of friends and members of her church. There were a lot of single guys in and around her network of people, she just wasn’t feeling captivated by most of them. “What do you think you will get him? What does he usually like to get?” She asked. “Legos. That’s his hobby, or maybe some music CDs. He likes having physical copies of the music he likes. I hope he doesn’t start getting into vinyl, those are kinda expensive.” She finished with a frown. “Oh yeah, they are. I see them all the time when I walk past the music isle at Target.” Tiffany told her. “I watch him look at the vinyl’s whenever we go to the electronics and I just start praying.” She laughed. “We don’t even have the room for a record player, I don’t know where we’d put it.” There were only a few men she’d met since her breakup that had her interested, but they weren’t men who actually went to church regularly. She’d only see them in passing, just enough to say hello and see them sit on a pew a few seats away from her. There was a gentleman who was a widower, but as nice as he seemed Tiffany felt there was too much emotional baggage with him to try and pursue, especially since he wasn’t at church every week for her to talk to him. Another gentleman came by every two or three weeks, but he was just attractive. She had to keep reminding herself that attractive bodies alone were not enough to make a healthy relationship. If Tiffany’s own attractive body hadn’t been enough to keep her last relationship intact, then she knew the same would hold true in her future relationships. So, she needed to give herself the occasional slap on the wrist when a piece of eye candy started taking up too much of her thoughts. The safest man she had on her radar was someone that attended their church every so often, a younger guy that Meredith and Wally were trying to get to join the church. He seemed very nice, but he looked socially awkward whenever he was at church, like he didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t sure if it was because he felt strange in a church setting. She’d never spoken to him about their respective faiths, so she had no idea, and she wasn’t willing to pry. “What are you thinking?” Meredith then asked, knocking Tiffany out of her reverie. She sighed. “Boys.” She replied. The cat’s eyes lit up and she lifted her butt from her seat to scoot her chair around their table so they could sit closer. “Tell me.” She said as she retook her seat. “No one in particular, but I’m wondering about the men at our church. Maybe I should start talking more with some of them.” Tiffany told her. “There’s more than a few good ones! I think single girls have it pretty good with our buffet. Anyone specific?” She replied. “Not specific, but just a few faces I keep coming back to. Mr. Johnson is nice.” Tiffany suggested the widower. Meredith then softly frowned, pointing out that his wife died only two years ago. Tiffany nodded, she knew. Two years was both a long time and a short time, then agreed and pointed out that he was just a face, but she wasn’t feeling right with him. Just that her thoughts drifted to him sometimes, and then Tiffany shifted the attention away from him and to other men. They spoke casually in the café about boys, all for Tiffany’s benefit. After the fifth name came up Tiffany felt her depression rising. “I wish it was easy. I feel like I forgot how to date.” She told the cat. “You’ve not even tried yet, not with anyone! You can’t deflate before you even ask someone out for coffee.” Meredith replied with a pat on Tiffany’s thigh. “He should be asking me out to coffee.” She reminded the cat. “I asked Wally out because he was too awkward to do it himself. Don’t let tradition hold you back from grabbing a man that’s good for you.” She told her in reply. “He doesn’t come off as the shy type.” Tiffany said, talking about Wally. “He used to be, but he grew out of that once we’d been dating for a while. We both grew a lot.” The cat replied. “Well, you both had it rough at the start of your marriage, so you both had growing to do.” She replied, making Meredith giggle. “Yeah, some growing. A lot of work, and I’m glad it’s work that led me to help out more with the church. I think our troubles worked out for the best not just us but for a lot of people. I’ve helped a bunch of people at the church, or at least I’d like to think I have, I know I have for a few of them. It’s a good feeling, making something out of lemons. It’s why God passes them our way sometimes.” Meredith replied. “I think so, too, even if I’ve still not squeezed mine yet to know.” She laughed. “You will, I know it in my heart, and some day you’ll have a husband of your own to help you squeeze your melons.” The cat told her with a smile. “It would be nice to have someone helping me, I feel like I’ve been alone for far too long. Even just daily life slows me down sometimes, like I’ve got too much on my plate for one person to… Meredith!” She only just released Meredith had said melons and not lemons. The cat laughed. “As a woman married to a man, I can say that melons are a vital component to a marriage’s diet.” She replied with a smile. “Lord, Merry.” She laughed, too. Meredith’s phone buzzed, and the cat checked it. “Do you need to run?” Tiffany asked. “No, I’m just being asked what’s for dinner.” Meredith told her while she tapped a response to her husband. Meredith watched, waiting for her to finish her text, then checked her own phone. It wasn’t late, and she was in no rush. The two women were having a nice chat, and she would hate it if they had to cut it short now. Thinking of lemons and melons, the hardship and romance, was getting the saluki into the mood to talk openly like they would in their little therapy sessions. “But if you need to go don’t let me keep you.” Meredith took her turn to ask, finishing her message. “No, I don’t have anywhere to be. So, do you mind if I be nosy for a bit?” Tiffany asked in reply. “About the chicken marsala I’m making tonight?” Meredith asked. Tiffany paused. “You can text me your recipe, but no I wanted to gossip about you and Wally for a bit, if that was ok.” “I’ve got it written down at home, I can send you a picture of it. And sure, what exactly are we gossiping about?” She replied, putting her phone down and sliding it away. Tiffany sighed and relaxed, sipping at her now cool tea. “You’ve told me a lot about how you and Wally had trouble at the start of your marriage, and how it inspired you to start giving therapy sessions at church, but you never told me exactly what those troubles were. I assume they were sexual, since that’s the kind of therapy you are doing. Would that be something you’d be comfortable talking about?” She asked a bit sheepishly. Tiffany had only a surface level understanding of what led Meredith to give out therapy services. The feline had been married for a few years now and dated for a few years before that. Wally was a very sweet man and to Tiffany’s eyes a very loving husband. The pair were a lovely couple, envy inspiring, so the saluki never quite knew what sort of trouble the two could have had that would lead them to having issues. An inventive mind could cook up all kinds of problems, like struggles of faith, erectile dysfunction, infertility… “He was really hung.” Meredith answered bluntly. Tiffany lifted both of her eyebrows in stunned silence. “That’s it?” She asked flatly, confused. Wasn’t being hung something all men wanted to be, and what a lot of women bragged about having access to in the tabloids and trashy magazines? Not being hung wasn’t something anyone ever bragged about! The cat then lifted her hand and made a zipping gesture over her mouth. “Wally is very self-conscious about his size, so don’t let any of this slip about him.” She whispered with some seriousness. “I won’t! I wouldn’t have; I was just thinking it had to be something bigger than that to cause all the problems you seemed to have.” Tiffany replied. “Oh, it was bigger.” Meredith grinned, and Tiffany lowered her brows down into a scowl at the cat. “Merry. Seriously?” She asked her. “I am! You’ve never checked out his crotch before?” She asked in reply. Tiffany rocked back in her chair with embarrassment. “He’s your husband! I see he knows how to dress himself and I don’t look any further than that.” She lied. Tiffany had enough awareness to drift her eyes from a man’s toes and up to the tips of his ears. If there’s something in between those two extremes then she’d seen it, especially if she thought the man was handsome. Wally was handsome, so she’d looked a few times. Meredith returned an expression of doubt. “I try to be respectful!” Tiffany insisted in a hushed tone. “He dresses modestly; I can’t tell what he has except that he has it.” Meredith lifted her brows up, dropping the doubt and returning a smile. “Well, you know I told you we saved ourselves until marriage. What happened was that the big day came, and when we went on our honeymoon, we… Couldn’t do it. He was too big.” She confessed plainly. “He was too big?” Tiffany repeated. “He was too big.” Meredith confirmed. Tiffany furled her brow, staring at Meredith. She wasn’t that tiny of a woman. Petite, short, but not out of the ordinary. Being too big was not something she’d ever heard about outside… Well, she didn’t really go around talking about this sort of thing with anyone. Maybe it was more common than she’d have assumed? She was a very vanilla woman so there sure was a lot out there she didn’t know about… “Meredith, how big is he?” She finally asked, leaning close and whispering with hushed embarrassment. The cat giggled, lifting her hand back to her mouth to gesture a zipping motion. Tiffany dropped her jaw, exhaling disappointment. “Now that’s mean, but if he’s self-conscious about his size, I understand. I guess it makes sense that you had issues if you weren’t able to do the deed at all. That’s sad.” She replied. Meredith, with the same hand she’d gestured the zipping motion with, reached out to tap the table to get Tiffany’s attention. Tiffany furled her brow as she wondered what the cat was doing as she watched Meredith move her hand over to the center of the table. She grabbed two small white packets of sugar, then dropped one on the table near to Tiffany and then sat the other down next to it. The saluki then watched with confusion as Meredith held her fingertip down on one packet of sugar, then stared as the cat began to slide the packet away from the first and toward her side of the table, stopping after a moment. Tiffany shrugged, confused, looking to Meredith for guidance. The cat rolled her eyes. “We’re in public.” Meredith scolded the saluki, then reached out both hands to put a fingertip on each sugar packet. She stared at Tiffany with a smile then tapped both packets noisily. Tiffany looked again, still furling her brows, looking from one packet to the another and- “Oh my God!” She loudly gasped, to the surprise of several shocked patrons and café staff. ---------- “I’m glad we made extra.” Tiffany said, carefully holding the measuring cup. In front of here was a baking sheet. On the sheet, a brand-new sponge had been sacrificed for a noble cause, sliced into six squares. Each square had a toothpick stabbed into it vertically, and sitting on top of each toothpick was a piece of cake, now suspended over the baking sheet. Tiffany was now pouring a bright red mixture of icing glaze over one of the little cakes, a cylinder no wider than a Dixie cup and half as tall. She had six of these little knob-like cakes, and three of them were already coated in glossy red icing while she was working on the fourth. Next to the sheet of cake-knobs was another sheet with a bright red cake sitting on it. Her and Meredith’s idea for a Lego brick cake was coming along well. Once they figured out an icing recipe that would create a glossy plastic appearance, they had the idea of making the cake cherry red with 6 knobs on top so it would look like a basic 2 by 3 red Lego brick. They’d ditched the idea for there to be sprinkles on top, because they could just bake them into the cake itself to be visible when you cut into it. The inside of the cake would probably look like a rainbow sprinkled mess. “We did waste a lot.” Meredith replied, watching as Tiffany continued to carefully pour the icing slowly so that the knob was evenly coated with the excess dripping down to the sponge and sheet below it. After all six knobs were finished and the icing glaze had hardened, they would transfer the knobs to the main cake and ‘glue’ them to the cake with the leftover icing glaze. For the final step, Meredith had whipped up a very tiny batch of red icing that was darker in color and could be spread like ink from a pen. They’d use that darker inklike icing to carefully write LEGO on top of each of the knobs. “But it’s working! I’m so glad we didn’t make a waste of a cake.” She replied. Meredith wholeheartedly agreed. The two of them were alone in Meredith’s apartment while Wally was away running an errand for his soon-to-be birthday. He had been tasked with some grocery shopping, since they were planning on having a small party for him before his actual birthday. Too many people couldn’t make it on the day of, so they decided to move the celebration up to a time when everyone could be there. The two women were now trying to make the cake in secret with Meredith having told Wally earlier that he was not allowed to return home until he was given permission. “So, do you want to see the other gift I got him?” Meredith asked. “You got him something other than what you already told me?” She asked. “I got him, well, I got myself an outfit and it’ll be for him.” The cat replied. Tiffany grinned; eyebrows raised. “One of those kinds of presents! I don’t know if I even want to know!” She replied. “Well, I don’t have anything better to do with you doing all the glazing, so I’m going to show you.” Meredith told her. “Oh my God.” She giggled as the cat left. Ever since Meredith confessed that her husband was hung, Tiffany had been learning so much more about her bestie’s marriage and sex life. She was sure she wasn’t being told everything, because who would spill the tea on everything that was so personal, but Tiffany felt she knew more than most everyone else did. Tiffany felt like Meredith was oversharing, but she enjoyed it. It was nice to live vicariously through a friend’s happiness, and it made her feel so much more comfortable with her own desires. What the saluki wanted most was a happy relationship that would turn into a marriage and finally get to have more romance in her life than an exposed ankle or a held hand. Meredith returned with a brown grocery bag, but inside the bag was revealed to be a plastic shopping bag from the mall. “Oh my God, you went there?” She asked, seeing the brand name. The cat smugly replied. The saluki finished glazing what was now the fifth knob, and she stopped to watch as Meredith pulled two items out of the bag, but it was obvious there was more in the bag. “Is this an outfit or just underwear!” She demanded to know, looking at the matching black lingerie. “It’s an outfit for the bedroom.” The cat flashed a smile as she held the lace bra up to her sweater. On her coat of fur, the black would look nice. The panties were a thong. Tiffany owned some nice underwear but nothing like what Wally was going to get to see on his birthday. The saluki simply hadn’t had the need yet to shop for that kind of outfit, so everything in her drawer was modest by comparison. “It’s these, and in the bag, I’ve got some stockings and gloves. All black. I’ll be very ritzy.” She said. “Scandalous!” She replied. “I know! I was originally going to save this for our anniversary, but I kept thinking on it and his birthday felt like the better time to do it, because reasons.” Meredith told her. Tiffany began to pour over the last knob. “What reasons? Anniversary sounds like the better time for that than his birthday.” Tiffany said. “Well.” The cat started, then stopped. Tiffany’s attention was on the pouring of the icing glaze, so she couldn’t look over at the cat, but she could hear the lingerie being tucked back into the bag. When the items were hidden, the cat appeared on the other side of the kitchen island where she put her hand out for Tiffany’s attention. The cat gave her a smile and then a familiar zipper over mouth gesture. “Oh no.” Tiffany giggled. “Well, so you know how he was too big to fit in me for a long time?” She asked, suddenly dragging the conversation back to her sex life. “Yes, I do know.” She replied. “We had to spend a lot of time training so it would fit, like I said, but it still took us around a year or so really make it happen.” The cat started explaining, enunciating some of what she was saying with her hands. “And so, when I wasn’t with him, I was by myself using toys to get accustomed to something his size. His birthday was the day I surprised him that I could finally fit his knot.” Meredith told her. “Oh my God!” Tiffany said, blushing and laughing as she tried to maintain a steady hand to not ruin the pour. Meredith was so loose lipped when she started kissing and telling, but it made Tiffany feel warm and excited. It was something she never got to experience until now, and she enjoyed it when it happened. “Oh, hush, I’ve told you worse.” She countered. And she had! Wally was such a sweet man that Tiffany could hardly believe that he was a dominant ‘bully’ in the bedroom, by Meredith’s own admission. “So, you want to make his birthday the special sexy day.” Tiffany replied. “Yes! It’s a nice special anniversary for the two of us, and not just his birthday.” She said. Tiffany finished the pour and sat the measuring cup down. Now all six knobs were coated in glossy red, slowly dripping off the sides. The objective now was to let them drip until the glaze was set and hard enough to be moved over to the cake for the gluing process. “Well, I think that sounds very nice, Merry.” She said in reply. Meredith smiled, then turned away to grab some paper towels. When she started tidying up the counter tops, Tiffany began to help, as they’d made small messes here and there as they’d been preparing the icing. The paper bag of lingerie was still there, almost haunting Tiffany as she helped clean up the kitchen. It wasn’t going to be anything she’d see Meredith wear, but she could imagine it. The saluki could also imagine Wally enjoying it, too. The foxy man was a sweetheart, a good husband, but he was also a full red-blooded man from everything she’d been told. The saluki had caught him eyeing her boobs before many times. This was pretty normal, as Tiffany was quite blessed in the chest. Knowing he was a man that enjoyed female beauty, in addition to all that Meredith had told her privately, she expected that Wally would be doing a lot more than look at his wife on his birthday. Something to blush over for sure, if she let herself think too much about it. Wally was as handsome as he was off limits. “I’m going to tease him about stepping it up for my birthday. Last year he got me a box full of gifts, but I think I want him to seduce me this year.” She replied. “I think he seduces you regularly from what you tell me.” Tiffany told her, throwing away spent paper towels into the bin after finishing a wipe down of the stove top and surrounding counters. “He does, but I mean something like a nice date. Maybe a nice restaurant where we can dress up and have a few glasses of wine. We’ve stayed at hotels before for dates but that was almost two years ago. I want to do that again, like a mini vacation just for my birthday.” The cat elaborated. Tiffany agreed that that did sound really nice. The cat started telling her about the last hotel trip that they’d done, going to a Marriot on the south end of San Furnando where the nicer beaches were. As she spoke, the cat was crumpling up a wad of damp paper towels until she had it balled tightly in her hands. The ball of paper towels wasn’t impressive in its size, but Tiffany couldn’t help but give in to the intrusive thought. “Merry.” The saluki stopped her. “Hmm?” She asked, still holding the ball. Tiffany gnawed on her lower lip a bit before looking the cat in the eyes. “You won’t judge me for asking a dirty question will you.” She asked. Meredith lifted both eyebrows and suddenly looked curious and more than a little mischievous. “No. Whatchu got?” She asked. “How big is Wally’s… you know.” She asked, then pointed at the ball of paper towel in the cat’s hand. She looked down at the ball herself, rolled it around her hands while twisting her lips from one side to the other in thought. She stopped, then tossed the ball through the air so it would land in the garbage bin next to Tiffany. “Something like this. For how big around it is.” She replied, then lifted both hands and with just the tips of her thumbs and index fingers touching, she made a vague circular shape. Tiffany felt her legs wanting to close tight as her eyes widened. “He’s big!” She replied. “I know!” The cat beamed in replied. “I’m so happy I can finally gush about him with someone.” Tiffany laughed, blushing. “Gossiping about your husband, kissing and telling.” Tiffany teased her. “Only with you, Ms. Tiff. So, I told you how big his knot is, are you going to finally tell me if you’ve been thinking about what you want for your sex life?” The cat asked, turning everything back around on the canine. Tiffany’s face flushed suddenly. She had and hadn’t been thinking about that at all! One day she’d let herself try to think, and then she’d get embarrassed and give up. It was on again, off again. “I’ve tried thinking about it.” She replied. “There is no try, only do!” Meredith replied back. “I have thought about it!” She replied again more assertively. “Then tell me what you were thinking. Spill your tea, please.” The cat told her, fully invested. The saluki struggled, feeling suddenly very warm. The best she’d been able to do was try to imagine herself with any of the men she’d found attractive. That seemed like the easiest thing. She was so vanilla that most of what she thought about was equally vanilla, like going on dates and having a nice kiss. Any time she tried to imagine being with a man in bed she kept falling back to her one and only time having sex. She’d lost her virginity in high school to a boy she’d dated. It wasn’t an experience she thought was noteworthy, actually very bland compared to what her imagination had led her to believe a first time would be like. She’d given oral that same boy twice, and then oral again to another boy she’d dated after. Her sexual experiences were very very few and far between, and so all she’d managed to imagine herself doing with the men she thought were handsome was just that. Either she was lying on her back in bed with him on top of her, or she was giving him head on a couch. Tiffany fumbled and stumbled her way through all of that to Meredith, who listened very intently. “Very good, you’re trying, but I want to see more.” Meredith critiqued. “How do I do more, I was daydreaming about sex with men!” Tiffany responded. “Very vanilla, but I believe in you.” Meredith replied, and Tiffany giggled through her blushing. Her confession had left her feeling pink all over. “So, ok, are you a wet fish in your daydreams or are you engaged? Active?” The cat asked. Tiffany covered her face in her hands and blushed harder. “Meredith!” “I’m your therapist! I need my tea!” The cat laughed. “I was hugging him! I like hugging! He’s moving his hips!” She replied, wiggling her own hips forward in imitation before she grew too flustered and stopped herself. Meredith laughed loudly. “So, you like to lay there and take it!” She replied. “Oh my God!” Tiffany replied with shock. “Well?” The cat demanded with a grin. “Well, what? What else are you supposed to do? He’s the man!” Tiffany replied. “You can participate! It’s sex, a team sport!” She laughed again. “Merry, I don’t have married woman experience, I slept with one ex several years ago!” Tiffany defended herself. “I’m starting to think you need a sex coach instead of a sex therapist.” The cat teased. Tiffany laughed along with a blush. “Is that a thing, or just something in smut?” She asked. The cat shrugged and wiffle waffled a little. “Both, I think. I only know that I can listen to people’s sex problems and give advice, and that I can call it therapy. Giving raunchy advice on how to have great sex feels more like coaching to me.” Meredith replied. “I think that would be coaching, yes.” Tiffany agreed with a laugh. “Now, if you ever wanted some coaching, I do have a few years of experience playing on Team Turner that I can share.” She was told. “So you’re just going to wait until I have a man of my own, so you tell me what buttons to push?” The dog laughed. “Well, we don’t have to wait, I can tell you buttons to push now so you’ll surprise you man when you find him.” Meredith laughed. ---------- The birthday party had gone over so well! Everyone that had promised to show up did in fact make it, and everyone laughed and really enjoyed the cake Tiffany and Meredith had made together. Wally especially was grinning big when he saw it. It ended up being very hard to cut due to the glaze, but it was very tasty. Wally received an assortment of modest gifts, and a bunch of birthday cards. It was only friends and some coworkers in attendance, and the space in the Turner apartment was quite limited. But the party was a success! It wasn’t so hard to get everything ready. Meredith had kicked Wally out of his own home so he could run some grocery errands for the party, and meanwhile she, Tiffany, and a mutual friend helped begin the decorating. A few other guests arrived early, and they lent a hand. They set up some hanging streamer things and birthday banners. Meredith wanted to go all out, and it was very nice. The party lasted a few hours, everyone having fun, until at last people started to trickle out. Since Tiffany had helped so much with the food she stayed behind and helped clean up the kitchen with Meredith. Wally and the same friend who’d helped at the start tidied up the living room of the other mess and decorations until he encouraged Keith to go ahead and head home since it was getting late. Keith seemed like a nice guy, he was one of the men she’d sometime see at church, one that she might have fancied. Tiffany had insisted on helping with the kitchen, and she stayed until it was clean. She’d helped too much to make a mess of it for her to not stay and help put it back as it was when she’d first found it. And now her face was flushing so hot, and she wished she could have just blamed it on the alcohol. “You have to be bold, even if all you want is to just lay there!” Meredith was now scooting to the edge of the couch, tossing back another swallow of wine as she eagerly explained her interpretation of how sex should go for a woman that was submissive. “Oh my God.” Tiffany giggled, blushing so hard that Wally was sitting right on the other side of Meredith. “Don’t give me that, I’m helping! It’s like knocking on a door, if you want a handsome man to yank you inside his house to screw you, you have to knock first to let him know you’re there!” She continued. “Meredith, I’m sure he’d know I was there if he invited me.” She replied, resisting the temptation to fan her face. “I mean figuratively! Not, literally like at his door. You have to do your own seducing and smoozing. If I want Wally to do something to me I don’t just sit there and wait for him to read my mind. He’ll just sit there and play with his Legos while I pout.” The cat told her. “I would.” He chimed in. Tiffany giggled with intoxication. “So, do I just tell him to have sex with me?” She asked. “You cannot be this innocent, Tiff!” “You grossly overestimate my… I don’t know what to call it.” She replied. “Practice! Show me.” Meredith said, patting Tiffany over her thigh. “What? Show you what?” She asked with confusion. “What would you say to your future boyfriend if you wanted him to sleep with you. Take initiative, what would you say?” The cat pressed. Tiffany hesitated and hid behind a sip of wine to avoid answering. She didn’t know what she could say! Meredith tossed her own glass back and drained it dry, then leaned over to sit the glass down on the end table. “I don’t care if it sucks, just give me your best shot! Loosen up, flex the mussscles.” The cat encouraged her, shaking her arms to accentuate the point of loosening up. “Oh my God, Merry.” She giggled again, struggling to think. She finally huffed out a big sigh. “I want you to have sex with me?” She said very bluntly. “UGH! So amateurish!” The cat whined. “Points for being direct.” Wally chimed in again. “No, you’re this beautiful bombshell, Tiffanyyy! You need to be all rrravenous with him!” The cat insisted, and Tiffany blushed so hard at her words, giggling extra hard at the thought of herself being anything close to a bombshell, let alone ravenous! “Ravenous, really?” She asked through a laugh. “That was pretty extra.” Wally agreed. “UGH!” Meredith replied and sagged backwards against the couch. “And I am not a bombshell; I am actually quite modest.” The canine replied in her defense. The cat then leaned forward, staring her down with maximum skepticism. “Don’t embarrass her.” Wally said with a laugh. She turned and stared at her husband with a different expression, one that made him sheepishly shrug. The cat whirled back around. “Tiffany, you are hot, and if it weren’t for sweet baby Jesus in your heart you could be out there in stilettos stealing everyone’s man. So, I want you to know!” The cat pronounced, bringing a fresh wave of bright pink flush to Tiffany’s cheeks, then added. “I want you to know that you could have any man you want if you had the confidence to ask him! You Are So Pretty!” This left her feeling stunned but not stunned enough to stop her from lifting her glass up to her lips to hide behind a rather large sip that drained the rest of her glass. “Thank you.” She replied quietly, feeling more than a little overwhelmed. “You, ma’am, have had a lot to drink.” Wally decided to speak up, and gently grabbed his wife by the shoulders to draw her back into a normal sitting position. “Ughh.” The cat whined, sagging into the cushions like she was defeated. “Are you ok, Tiffany?” The fox asked her. She nodded, now smiling, feeling warm from multiple sources and not just the alcohol. “I’m more than ok.” She tried to reply, doing a poor job of recovering from the sudden exaltation from her friend. “You also aren’t required to stay if you need to head out.” Wally reminded her, acting like he was trying to give her a safe out to leave if she was uncomfortable. It was probably late, the canine unsure of the time. She honestly should leave if it was late, she couldn’t stay all night they eventually needed to go to bed and so did she. Oh, and they eventually needed to get Meredith into that lingerie she’d bought. Tiffany patted Meredith on the knee, as a sort of comforting gesture, then tried to stand. The saluki wobbled a bit on her feet, and as she turned to look for her purse Wally noticed she was unsteady on her feet better than she did herself. “You didn’t drink too much did you?” He asked her. She stopped and suddenly had to consider just how much she had to drink. She didn’t think it had been very much even if she was feeling more unsteady than normal. “If your tipsy you should hang out for a while until it passes.” Meredith added. “I think I might be ok.” She replied. “No, thinking you are isn’t enough. We don’t mind if you stay here until it’s safe for you to drive. We have the room.” Wally suggested and stepped close to reach for her purse. “I, I’m not that tipsy, I don’t need to take up space.” Tiffany replied, but the fox was already taking her purse from her, and she made no effort to stop him. The dog felt herself put on the spot and seriously considering her state of mind, and Meredith began to stand. The cat was worse than Tiffany was, unsteady from her own consumption. The cat came in to hug her. “We have plenty of room! Don’t drive tonight.” She told Tiffany. “Oh, well, ok. I’m sorry I didn’t realize I’d had so much to drink.” She replied, feeling awful. “No, we were all having fun! Don’t worry. Wally go get a pillow and blanket. There’s an extra blanket in the hall closet.” The cat started telling her husband. Wally left and came back with a pillow and a blanket, which he tossed onto the couch right where he’d been sitting not that long ago. “Our couch isn’t one that folds out.” Meredith lamented. “Don’t worry about, I’ll take the couch tonight. You two can have the bed.” Wally explained. “Oh! Duh, yeah, we can have a sleepover!” Meredith then laughed, showing her intoxication more clearly now. “Oh my gosh.” Tiffany laughed, too. “I’d hate to put you out of your own bed.” “I’ll have it back tomorrow, I’ll live.” Wally assured her. Meredith then stole her arm, and began to walk her back to the bedroom, the saluki protesting that no one needed to head to bed immediately. Her protests were dismissed, and she was welcomed deeper into their home by crossing the threshold of the bedroom. The two women began getting ready for bed, Tiffany feeling so awkward being in their bedroom like this. Wally had to come and knock on the now shut door and needed to ask Meredith to grab him some items he needed. She did that, passing them through a crack in the door before offering Tiffany a spare shirt to wear to bed. It had been literal decades since she could last remember undressing in the same room with another woman, which would have been when she was still in high school. She’d been a cheerleader for two years, and then cross country for a single year. But now, she was undressing as a grown woman with her friend and feeling so embarrassed all the while. She felt so much more at ease when both of them were wearing their tee shirts as night gowns, although the shirt she’d been handed was tight around her chest. A bit too tight, she’d be mortified if someone like Wally saw her wearing it. “Do you have a larger shirt I can wear?” She asked the cat. She had no intention of letting Wally see her in just her panties and a shirt, but the risk was still there! She was in his home! Meredith started searching her drawer for another shirt and found one. “Your boobs are so huge! None of my shirts are gonna fit you the way you like, even the boy shirts.” Meredith told her while the canine took off the tee. Tiffany was flushed pink with embarrassment and alcohol as Meredith openly gawked at her chest as one shirt left her chest before being covered back up with the second try. “I think this one fits ok.” She lied. It did fit ok, but if she was to wear only a shirt around the house, she’d rather it be something so large it would hang off her shoulders like a bathrobe. Even without her bra on, her bust just stuck out too far to be contained easily by a shirt sized to Wally’s lean masculine frame. Just wearing a shirt like this felt funny, since she only ever wore panties to bed, her breasts being cooped up in a bra all day made her uncomfortable after several hours. Letting them out to be free was something nice to enjoy when she was at home and alone. “You fill out everything you wear so well.” The cat confessed, making Tiffany blush. “I don’t try to. It’d make clothes shopping so much easier if they were closer to your size.” She replied. The cat laughed. “Wally would hate that.” She said, causing the dog’s eyes to go wide. “Meredith!” She replied. “He likes your booobs!” The feline doubled down. “You are more than drunk; you shouldn’t be spreading gossip about your husband!” Tiffany laughed while a feeling of red flushed harder across her face. The cat dropped herself onto their bed and laughed as well. “He’s always been a boob guy.” She replied, grabbing her own chest and squeezing. “Well, he’s got your boobs now, so I hope he’s happy.” Tiffany told her. “Oh, he gets all of me whenever he wants, we’re both happy.” She replied. With the cat clearly drunk enough to expose her husband’s dirty laundry, Tiffany tried to coax them both to bed. Meredith was agreeable to that, and it was reassuring to find that the bed wasn’t too small. It felt so strange being in their bedroom, and with all the sex talk that had happened today Tiffany couldn’t get over the fact that she knew damn well what sort of bed she was lying in. This was Wally and Meredith’s marriage bed and there was no telling what all they got up to in it! She knew more than she had any right to know as it is, and Meredith was almost certainly holding back whenever they talked. Meredith then grabbed her by the arm, the cat rolling over onto her side. “Thank you for coming over for his birthday party, and for helping.” The cat told her. “You’re welcome. I had fun.” She replied back. “You should let us coach you on how to have great sex.” Meredith then mumbled sleepily. “Meredith, I haven’t even started looking for a boyfriend.” Tiffany smiled, shaking her head. “Can still practice having sex with Wally.” She replied, and with a jerk of the saluki’s head Tiffany turned to stare down the cat with bulging eyes. Meredith’s eyes were now shut, but Tiffany didn’t know if she’d fallen asleep or not. Tiffany didn’t dare answer or make any noise at all. All she could do is pretend she hadn’t heard what she’d heard, and to try and ignore that she was in the same bed Wally fucked Meredith in regularly. She didn’t sleep very well. ---------- Tucked away in a far corner of a small café, the two women sat side by side in a booth. Each had coffee and a plate of very fashionable breakfast items. Tiffany picked at her breakfast salad with wide eyes, staring down the yolk of an egg while Meredith picked through her own salad to find every piece of cherry tomato. “It’ll be easier than you think, since you don’t have to actually make him fit. It’s like a popsicle like I told you, you can just hold it and lick and that’ll be ok. He knows you’re not experienced.” The cat said quietly. “It’s still a surprise, right?” She asked sheepishly. “Yeah, he doesn’t know. I’m just telling you he knows you’re not experienced so don’t worry. He’ll be happy just knowing you wanted to be there even if you can’t do everything I can do.” The cat replied. From before she turned off her car to the present moment, her heart had been pounding away in her chest. Her blood pressure was probably way up, her anxiety up, nervous energy dancing across her skin like goosebumps, all threatening to make her fur stand up on end. All because of one drunken suggestion in a bedroom, followed by an embarrassed apology from Meredith, and developing quickly into a serious discussion Tiffany still couldn’t believe… “I don’t think I can do anything at all.” She whispered, her voice lower than Meredith’s out of fear of being overheard. “That’s not true. You’re starting from a place with more experience than I had when I was with him. And you’re a canine, so that will help.” Meredith told her. It hadn’t even been that long since Wally’s birthday party. Despite it being a party for his birthday, his actual birthday had yet to arrive. Now, that drunken suggestion of ‘practicing’ with Wally had evolved rapidly into something so much bigger! Meredith was going to present to her husband a one-of-a-kind birthday gift, and that gift would be Tiffany. Tiffany’s head was left spinning, dizzy, the idea that she would not only be sleeping with a man but that that man would be someone else’s husband! And that Meredith was the one who came up with the idea! This was so crazy, like this isn’t how things are supposed to work! “But he’s big.” She whispered. Even though she was nervous, crazy nervous, and doubtful of every step, that didn’t stop her feet from walking forward. Wally was an attractive fox, and a very sweet man. He was hot, good natured, friendly, he had an awful lot of good things about him and Meredith had snagged him and locked him down tight. Now, Meredith was offering him up on a silver platter for her, under the guise of offering Tiffany up on a platter herself. She and Wally were now destiny to sleep with each other under the watchful gaze of his wife, and Tiffany was both terrified and wildly excited. She didn’t want to be excited, but she was! This was sinful! Wasn’t it? She’d gone down the hole of kink with Meredith, not physically, but in conversation. Tiffany had NO idea just how kinky the two of them could be! Wild sex, filming themselves making love, rough stuff, renting out a hotel room just so they can have sex without disturbing their neighbors. The Turners were freaky in the bedroom! Tiffany sat next to Meredith with her knees welded tight together, picking at her breakfast with a fork as Meredith tried to assuage her fears. “He IS big, but he’s not going to be a brute. He can act like one, but that’s only when he knows I can take it. You’re new, so he will be gentle. You’ll have time to adjust to him, and if he’s too big like he was for me then you don’t have to go all the way.” She reminder her. Tiffany resisted the urge to rub her thighs together. She was burning up. “If all you manage to do is give him a blowjob and jerk him off, that would mean the world to him, and to me. This will be the best birthday gift I’ve ever given him, thanks to you.” The cat continued. Meredith reached over and grabbed Tiffany gently around her wrist. “I mean it.” She said. Tiffany blushed, almost unable to make eye contact, but she smiled and nodded. “He’s really handsome.” The saluki replied, sounding stupid. Meredith grinned bright. “If everything goes perfect on his birthday, what would you like to happen?” The cat asked her. “Like, what do mean?” Tiffany asked shyly. “Is there anything you want to do with him, or him to do to you? Something I can whisper into his ear when it happens to give him a suggestion or two.” Meredith clarified, squeezing the dog’s wrist a little tighter. Tiffany was bright red, her knees slowly rocking up and down next to each other, her body piping hot with everything swirling in her head. Her imagination, once quite sterile from a lack of experience, and a lack of men she really wanted to be with, was now turbo charged. It’d suddenly woken up and bounced to full strength after that drunken suggestion of practicing with Wally. Now she had a target, a man she could imagine herself with, a man that she already knew was sexually experienced and that she felt safe with. Tiffany really did feel safe with Wally, and with Meredith. She did something that she always saw Meredith do whenever she was thinking hard on something, she bit her lower lip. Tiffany mumbled something, a whisper so quiet Meredith couldn’t hear her. The cat leaned in, the dog burning up with embarrassment. “What?” Meredith asked with a big smile, seeing how embarrassed Tiffany was. Tiffany mumbled her answer again, unable to get the words any louder as she stared a big scorching hole right through her plate of food. Meredith giggled loudly, her hand suddenly very tight around the dog’s wrist. She leaned close, their shoulders touching. “I hope so, too!” She whispered in reply, revealing that she’d heard what Tiffany had said the second time. “But I might have to hold your mouth shut when he does it.” She whispered into her ear. Tiffany started grinning uncontrollably, stabbing at the food on her plate before stuffing something into her mouth. The cat giggled again. ---------- Today had been like a roller coaster, with ups and downs, both easy and hard. It had been easy to get up in the morning, but then it had been hard to make sure everything was ready. Lunch with Wally and Meredith had been easy, but it had been hard talking to the fox without giving anything away. Easy and hard, one thing after another, until she forced herself to get ready to leave for the evening. A shower, taking care of her hair and her fur, grooming herself all over until she had to stop herself because she knew she was stalling. Getting dressed, fixing her hair, giving herself last looks in the mirror, catching herself stalling again. The drive to the hotel had been easy, sitting in the parking lot knowing she needed to go inside had been hard. Walking inside was easy, just Tiffany on autopilot as she navigated the halls, and then the elevator. Meredith was blowing up her phone for updates. She was only five minutes late, but the cat was getting anxious. When Tiffany reached the right floor and thought she’d found their room, she texted Meredith to let her know she’d finally arrived. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest as she waited. She waited, the hallway of the hotel had that funny clean smell, and it was deathly silent and empty. The liminal space of a hotel didn’t help her anxiety. The door to their hotel room opened with a noisy click and then Meredith carefully poked her head out to find her standing there. The cat lifted her hand and made a shushing gesture with her finger and lips, then quietly beckoned Tiffany to follow her inside. Meredith repeated the shushing gesture as she was led into the small hotel room. Immediately, Tiffany spotted Wally. He was sitting at the edge of the large king size bed, his feet fidgeting by tapping the floor one beat at a time. The fox was blindfolded, hands on the bed while he seemed to be waiting. He was wearing one of his nice church outfits, khaki slacks and a white button down. The feline was dressed much nicer; in a light blue dress Tiffany had never seen the cat wear before. Tiffany meanwhile was wearing her nicest black dress, as requested and selected by Meredith, and under that dress was a matching pair of lingerie Meredith helped her to buy. And when she says matching, that meant it matched what Meredith was wearing under her own dress. “No peeking!” The cat reminded her husband. “I’m not!” He replied, still fidgeting as Meredith very quietly navigated Tiffany to where she was needed. The poor saluki was starting to feel feint, lightheaded, the nerves and anxiety starting to overwhelm her as the cat’s hands fell to the dog’s shoulders. She was being guided, gently, to kneel. And kneel she did, finally on her knees, her knees of all the scandalous things! She was on her knees in front of Wally, in front of a bed! Meredith silently made the shush gesture again and then the cat climbed onto the bed next to her husband, kicking off her shoes and crawling around to kneel behind him on the bed. Tiffany remembered everything Meredith had told her about tonight, what her plans and intentions were, even the safe word she’d been told. Pickles. “Since it’s your birthday, I thought really hard about what I could get you this year.” Tiffany watched as Meredith whispered into her husband’s ear. “Must have, since I’m blindfolded.” Wally replied in his typical manner, still fidgeting with his feet. “But you’re really hard to shop for, so I had to get creative this year, Mr. Blindfold.” She continued. “Mhm.” Wally said with a smile, he was grinning, his feet tapping the floor with a bit more excitement. “So, your gift this year is very special, and I want you to know that everyone involved that helped me get it for you, cares an awful lot about you. I love you so much, and this was the biggest most special gift I could think to give you, and I hope you like it.” Meredith told him. Tiffany was trembling, heart pounding like a drum. Meredith drew her attention to Tiffany, and then silently mouthed out some words, asking if Tiffany was ok. The dog, as quietly as she could, drew in a breath and let it out. She nodded up at the cat. “Is it a Jack in the Box? You’re winding me up pretty tight with anticipation.” He laughed, completely oblivious to what he was about to be given. “Funny.” She replied, kissing him on the cheek from behind. “I know you’ll be popping like one tonight.” She then told him. Tiffany felt a chill run up and down her spine. It would be HER making him pop tonight. Could she even do it? She had no experience, no real experience! “Ooh, then it must be something really good.” He grinned. “Mhm.” Meredith whispered into his ear. “Close your eyes nice and tight, please.” “Ok.” He replied, and then Meredith reached around him to remove the blind fold. Wally was now free, but his eyes were dutifully shut as he’d said. He was grinning, feet tapping, waiting expectantly for whatever his wife’s present was. “You can open your eyes now.” The cat whispered into his ear, and it was the loudest whisper Tiffany had ever heard. Her nerves were so high strung she could have heard a pin drop, and when Wally opened his eyes, it was like watching a slow-motion video. The fox saw her there, kneeling on the floor in a black dress, her hands clasped in her lap. “Happy Birthday.” Tiffany whispered, probably not as loud as Meredith had hoped, but she was doing her best. Wally looked confused, his eyes wide and eyebrows rising up his face. Meredith was hugging him from behind, wrapping her arms around his middle while her head was resting over his shoulder. “Happy Birthday, Wally.” The cat told him with a note of mischief in her voice. The fox was speechless, his only now beginning to hang open, staring down at Tiffany until he tilted his head towards his wife. “Tiffany is in our hotel room.” He whispered to his wife. “Yes, she is.” She giggled impishly in reply. He looked back down at her, really recognizing that he was no longer alone in a hotel room with just his wife. Tiffany was there, he was acknowledging her with his eyes as he did, he knew she was there and that she was real. She knew she was real, too. She was really in their hotel room, kneeling on the floor, expectantly waiting for the fox to… “I told you everyone that helped me get you your gift tonight cares about you. Tiffany is your special gift, from me to you. You can open your gift if you want, or maybe she can open you instead.” Meredith told him, and for the first time tonight she sounded nervous. “And this is ok?” He asked his wife, his voice nearly cracking under the surprise. “She wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t, baby.” She told him, then planted a kiss on the side of his neck. Wally looked back down at her. Tiffany smiled, or tried to, hoping she didn’t look as awkward and out of place as she felt inside. Her heart was still beating like crazy, and then she noticed the fox’s crotch. Wally always did have a slightly prominent bulge, despite how modest he tried to be with it. His crotch looked visibly larger than it normally did in slacks, and she felt her heart flutter when she realized his bulge was actually beginning to grow. “This is a really cool gift.” Wally whispered. “She’s not given head to anyone in a long time. You’re going to be her first in several years.” Meredith spilled the beans on some personal information of Tiffany’s. His bulge started rapidly growing, the front of his khakis tightening up into a pitched tent. “I think you should open him first, Tiff.” The cat suggested. Staring at his bulge, the dog nodded, her heart pounding. For the first time in a long time, she was actually seducing a man! This is what it felt like, and she unclasped her hands to reach out for Wally’s pants. This fox, this handsome man, was someone else’s husband though! Meredith was letting her sleep with him, wanting her to be a wonderful birthday gift! Touching him on his thighs must have felt like lightning, because Wally flexed, leaning backwards into his wife while he spread his legs wide for her. He was letting her! Tiffany’s mouth was suddenly dry, her hands timidly sliding closer to their target. She missed his crotch and instead reached for his belt. When she struggled with his buckle, Wally’s hands rushed in to help, his digits brushing against her and she felt her heart skip a belt at his touch. He quickly undid his belt, then moved his hands away. Both of them were watching her as she grabbed the top of his khakis, then began to unzip him. His crotch was right under her fingers, his zipper sliding along the crest of his tent. She could feel him through his pants; it was like his crotch had a heartbeat of its own as she worked his zipper down to its limit. His shirt was tucked in, and she gently pulled it upward, tugging it free to reveal his underwear. Her hands were trembling as she snuck her fingers under his shirt to find the elastic band. When she began to tug them down, only barely knowing what to do as every time before it had been her man undressing himself instead of her doing it for him. The fox’s hands rushed to his hips, and he hooked his thumbs under the beltline. There, he began to help her, pushing his pants and underwear down faster than she could do it herself. Tiffany’s eyes were glued to his crotch, growing in size and dilation as that elastic band finally crossed the Rubicon. A large pink pillar sprung into view, jutting upright like a pillar. It was twitching, veins visible along its thick length, a damp spot emerging at its tip before finally rolling down its underbelly. Her mouth was suddenly wet, so incredibly wet that she had to swallow. She gulped a second time, the dryness totally gone as she stared down this behemoth of meat in front of her, like something from a raunchy fairy tale only fit for adults and sinners. Wally really truly was huge! When she finally broke her gaze away from his cock she looked up, and found Wally staring back down at her, his own eyes wide with excitement, his body language screaming at her that he was holding something powerful back, that he was fighting to remain as still as he could. Meredith was watching her, too. The cat was biting her lower lip, resting her chin over her husband’s shoulder, her hands anxiously kneading at Wally’s shoulders. Tiffany tried to remember what to do, she’d only done this a few times before… She looked back down, unable to keep her gaze locked onto theirs. Instead, she stared at the dripping end of his huge cock, and did the only thing that came to mind, which was to kiss him. It was a small kiss, like a peck on the cheek. The intensity of his flavor hit her tongue right through her pinched lips. Watery, a touch of salt, something savory lingering behind it. Her entire body tingled, she kissed him again with a little more energy, feeling his meaty tip pry open her lips as she pressed herself to him with a smooch. More of his taste entered her mouth and she was sopping wet with saliva. Tiffany opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around him, same as she had done a very long time ago. Except, the man in front of her now was so much larger! And he was leaking into her mouth! Her heart thudded against her ribcage as she was forced to swallow the growing volume of her own spit. Her mouth was watering so much, spit and his leaky pre mixed together until everything her tongue could taste was HIM. A delicate hand touched one of her own, and her eyes bolted back open. Meredith was gently grabbing her hand, pushing and guiding it away from Wally’s leg. “Grab him.” The cat encouraged her. Tiffany obeyed, now on a strange autopilot, moving both her hands to that meaty pillar sticking out from between the fox’s legs. She wrapped her hands around him, found that he had more than enough room for both hands plus her mouth. He was so huge! His dick twitched in her hands, and suddenly a rope of pre spilled hotly across her tongue. She squeaked, but swallowed instantly, her mouth watering up even more as a second rope spilled across her tongue. She was nursing at his tip now, swallowing down the clear watery fluid he was pumping across her tongue. One of her hands wrapped around his knot, feeling it swelling in her hand as he throbbed in her grip. He was so big! Her pussy was on fire; he was going to break her if she let him try to put it in her! The thought of him sticking it in her made her start rubbing her thighs together. She leaned her head down, pushing herself down on his cock like her mouth was the pussy his dick yearned for. His cock slid across her tongue, spitting more clear pre as he sank further down into her muzzle. When his tip touched the back of her throat she gagged. Tiffany pulled her head back a little, memories of her youth coming back to her, remembering the times when she would bob her head up and down as her boyfriend’s hand ran fingers through her hair. A set of fingers did find her hair, and a man’s hand began to guide her up and down, her excitement on fire! She bobbed faster, gagging quietly every time she felt the end of his dick tap the back of the mouth. She was gulping down her own spit and his pre, drinking them both down as she began to audibly slurp on his cock. He suddenly shoved her head off his cock. His dick, twitching fiercely in front of it, was still spitting ropes of pre, messily drenching her hands as the fox stared down at her with a look she’d never seen before on him, or on any man. Meredith was fixated on her, grinning madly as she clung tight to her husband. “Strip. Everything off.” Wally told her. His tone, his voice, did something to her. She let go of his cock, and on shaky legs she stood. She reached up and started at her neck. As her hands moved south every item she wore began to drop, she really was on autopilot, doing as she was told. She felt bright red under her fur, being watched by a married couple as she removed every article of clothing she wore except her lingerie. Something told her to save that for last, like an instinct she’d been previously unaware of. When all she had left was that same black lingerie, Wally was fixated on her breasts. The canine reached behind her back, then unclipped her bra, letting her breasts sag with freedom. “No, sit.” He ordered her before her hands could reach her panties. He told her to sit, so she started to drop back down to the floor. “No, my lap, turn around, on my lap!” He told her, his voice filled to bursting with energy as she spun around to do as she was told. Her rump fell into his lap, his enormous cock wedged up between the cheeks of her butt. Two strong hands wrapped around her, and without any hesitation they took two big handfuls of her tits. She yelped when he squeezed, her legs instinctively spreading wide for a cock that wasn’t even aimed at her entrance. Her body was doing as it was told, and she was panting. She loudly panting, audibly breathing as those strong hands kneaded her tits from behind, Wally tugging her backwards to fall against his chest. Meredith appeared at her side, a delicate feminine hand reaching out to grab her by the cheek. The cat pulled her in, and Tiffany experienced her first female kiss. She burned so bright hot with embarrassment. Meredith then slid off the bed and began to strip herself out of her own clothing, quickly dropping one item after another until even that fancy black lingerie was discarded. Tiffany was blushing so much, seeing her friend naked while her husband groped roughly at the saluki’s tits. Wally found her nipples, started pinching them. She squeaked in response, arching her back as the fox began to tug and play with her nipples until she could feel them stiffening up under his attention. Her nipples had always been large, and she had to look away so as to not see her own nudity, to watch the fox fondle her breasts. Meredith was gnawing at her lower lip, crawling back onto the bed to work her way behind them both. The fox dropped one hand down from her breast, touching her across the front of her belly. She felt his hand sliding down and she felt herself begin to panic as his hand sank its way lower and lower until he found the top of her panties. Squirming, she felt him slip his hand into them, quickly finding her mound. She gasped as a fingertip brushed across her slit. Tiffany shut her eyes, felt as the fingertip slipped its way down across her petals until it penetrated her. She was panting now, her knees spreading wider, her hips fidgeting as a second finger slipped inside. “How experienced are you?” Wally breathed the question into her ear. She shook her head. “Mmm.” She bit her own lip, her heart pounding so hard. “She’s not a virgin, but it’s been years since she’s been with anyone.” Meredith saved her. “Am I going to be your biggest?” He asked her. She didn’t reply, but she did nod her head vigorously, gnawing her own lower lip just like Meredith did. The grip the fox had on her tit tightening, making her gasp. The two fingers in her pussy began to curl and he started to finger her. She clamped down around his fingers, suddenly hearing her own wet juices spit from her petals as the fox worked himself into her. Tiffany moaned, then gasped as the fox suddenly stood, lifting her along with him. Soon as he was on his feet, she felt her toes dangling over the carpet, her body being held aloft by the fingers in her pussy and the firm grip on her breast. The room began to spin until she was facing the bed, Wally having spun them both around. He let go of her, and her feet clapped to the floor. The room spun again as he twisted her back around to face him. She was left stunned and bewildered, being manhandled so effortlessly, she could feel herself dripping all the way down her inner thighs. She’d never seen that look before on a man’s face, and then he shoved her backwards where she landed on the bed. Looking down at the fox through the valley of her own breasts, his erection was on display. It was angrily throbbing, massive, dripping liberally from its tip. Wally dropped to a knee and then began to dip his head between her legs, both of his hands gripping her behind the knees and pushing them apart. She tried to close her legs, but he shoved them down flat and she gasped at the same time his lips met her pussy. A pair of delicate hands slipped under her shoulders, and Meredith was now looking down at her from behind. The cat began to massage her shoulders while her husband began to lick and devour the dog’s pussy. The saluki looked down at Wally, then up at Meredith, back down again. She was feeling so feint! The fox kept eating her, and the sensation of his lips and his tongue rubbing across her folds sent shivers up her spine. She was so wet, his tongue slipping easily inside her, the fox began to dig himself deeper. Tiffany was glued to sight of him rocking his head from side to side aggressively, his cool nose pressed tight to her clit while his tongue reached deeper and deeper inside her. She didn’t even notice how heavily she was panting, or the cat’s hands as they slid to her face to cup her cheeks. She was held still, legs spread eagle for the hungry fox while his wife kept her head aimed down her chest. She watched herself be hungrily devoured until Wally’s mouth was dripping in juice and spit. Her eyes began to flutter, and her chest started to heave. Tiffany had orgasmed before, she knew what they were, but they’d always come to her by her own power. When her first climax of the night hit her, it came as a surprise, a force of nature being drawn out of her by another person and her body suddenly spasmed. The fox forced her legs back down as she tried to kick, the dog shouting and screaming her climax as her pussy clamped down violently around the fox’s tongue. Her body quivered and shook, the cat’s hands rigidly clinging to her face. When Tiffany’s vision cleared, she was staring upwards, seeing Meredith again, the cat gnawing excitedly on her lip with wide wild eyes. She looked down, and Wally’s face was soaked, she’d soaked him, and he looked almost angry, feral! The fox stood, his cock angrily throbbing, a streamer of clear pre drooling down from his tip. She watched him grab himself by his knot. “Wal-“ She began to say his name, but her voice caught in her throat the moment his tip pressed against her entrance. She felt her petals open for him, and as he stretched her tunnel it felt like time itself was stretching with them. Wider she parted, his girth pushing apart her walls in all directions, and deep down in her belly a sensation grew. As his hips pressed forward, his tip sank deeper, a wellspring of sensation growing in her belly mounting as her insides were pushed to the side to make room for the fox’s massive cock. When she began to tremble, from her head to her toes, a pair of feline hands began to stroke her cheeks. “She’s tight!” The fox hissed, his body lurching forward, his hands coming to rest on her heaving breasts. “Look at him, Tiffany.” Meredith told her, and her vision felt out of focus. The pressure in her belly felt so tight, so full, so hot, there was an ache from the lips of her pussy to down somewhere nice and deep in a place she’d never felt before. She blinked; feline hands tilted her head down so she could look through the valley of her breasts. What she found was an angry looking knot pressed against her pussy, her tunnel having swallowed his every inch during that stretched out moment of time. “Oh, tight!” He gasped above her, and rocked his hips back, his hands squeezing at her tits. “Tighter than me?” Meredith asked him breathlessly. “Like when you were a virgin!” He gasped again, pressing his hips back inside her. The dog gasped too and gasped again when the fox rocked backward once more. He pushed back, then pulled, and suddenly he was working his cock in and out of her taut tunnel like a machine. He was actually fucking her! “Give it to her, baby.” Meredith told him, her hands stroking Tiffany’s cheeks excitedly. As if a command had been spoken, the fox doubled his tempo, and Tiffany shouted in surprise. Her shouts turned into gasping, like the air was being evacuated from her lungs with his every thrust, that enormous pressure in her belly appearing and vanishing along with his tempo. His hands left her breasts, and suddenly they were shaking violently. He grabbed her by the waist with a vice grip hold, and then her tits started swinging harder. She screamed with surprise, her legs kicking, but the fox gripped her tighter and Meredith ran a hand under her muzzle and cupped her chin. “You’re doing so good, Tiffany!” The cat told her, now petting her cheek with the other, Meredith’s hands both trembling with excitement. his dick was so big! The wet noise of his piston sliding in and out of her was just as loud as the impact of his knot against her pussy. He was slapping her like crazy, every meaty impact echoing sensation all the way up through her body in ways she’d never felt before! Her first times with her exes were nothing like this, and she was reeling, gasping, shouting under the fox’s feral effort to bed her down. She reached up, grabbing her breasts in her hands to hold them tight, to hold them still. “Harder, Wally! She’s a big girl!” Tiffany heard Meredith say, and she almost feinted for real. The fox actually growled down at her, yanking his hands off her hips mid thrust and took the saluki by her wrists. She felt 100% powerless as he effortlessly pulled her arms away from her chest, then yanked them down to her sides. She was at his mercy, wrists bound tight in his grip, her chest exposed, and now he was back to pounding away at her hips using her arms like anchors. His tempo increased, her tits shook wildly on her chest, Meredith above her gnawing delightedly on her lower hip as she continued to hold the dog’s head still. Tiffany screamed, her body shook violently on its own accord, every thrust of the fox’s hips left a forceful tug on her arms, drawing her body down onto his cock before he shoved himself back forward again. Tiffany screamed again, half muffled by Meredith’s hand. Her cunt clamping down around his dick, gripping him as hard he was her wrists. The fox actually staggered, groaning as her pussy violently spasmed, her wet juices spilling hot from her. She soaked his crotch as her screaming turned to wailing, her legs vibrating by her sides as her back arched and lifted off the bed in climax. The fox let go of her wrists and yanked his dick out of her. Her eyes were fluttering, her vision blurry, his fat cock sopping wet and dripping. Tiffany felt him grab her by the hips, forcing her to roll over onto her belly. Her face was now in Meredith’s crotch. She was so dazed by her climax she was unphased by this, was further unphased as both fox and cat grabbed her and hauled her into the middle of the bed, with Tiffany coming to rest on her belly. Meredith was underneath her now, their breasts mashed together as the fox hoisted Tiffany’s rump up into the air until she was on her knees. The cat then hugged her tightly. “I love you!” Meredith said. “I know, am I knotting her?” Tiffany heard him ask in reply. “It’s your birthday!” The cat nearly squealed. Tiffany recovered her wits when Meredith grabbed her by the back of her head, a fistful of hair in her grip. Wally meanwhile lifted her tail and mounted her from behind. Wind left her lungs as he pushed himself back inside her. She was between them, and when Wally began to fuck her anew, she was pressed roughly into the cat beneath her. Meredith squeezed her tight, holding her still as her husband railed Tiffany from behind, a violent wet slapping echoing through the room and her body as he took her with aggression she would have never thought the fox was capable of. Tiffany was an object, a birthday gift, a delicious slice of canine cake and the birthday boy was devouring her as hard as he could. Both of his hands settled over her hips, finding new handholds before giving her an even tighter grip. She barked with his next thrust, then grunted with the one that came after. “We love you, Tiffany!” Meredith whispered into her ear. She flushed, red on top of the red that was already there, her cheeks burning as the cock in her cunt plundered her deeply with a huge knot desperately prying away at her entrance with every new thrust. She was speechless, Tiffany couldn’t utter word for all the gasping and shouting that escaped her mouth. She was vocal, but incoherent, a slave to the cock in her cunt, a victim to a form of pleasure she’d never encountered before. She had no defense against the fox’s experience, no resistance to his size, and when she felt her cunt for the first time yawn extra wide, she howled in another climax. Her cunt was spitting juice down her thighs and across his vulpine balls. He hadn’t knotted her yet, but now her heart was doing somersaults, cartwheels, panicked rain dances and prayer. Her pussy yawned wide again, his bulbous knot threatening her entrance, battering her petals and abusing her pussy, desperate for entry. “He’s going to knot you, he’s not stopping until he does, you’re so beautiful Tiffany!” Meredith told her, rapidly, the cat’s voice wavering with raw excitement as Meredith’s grip tightened more and more. Tiffany was trapped, locked tight between the married couple as the fox slammed himself forward. She barked sharply, feeling his knot stretch her nearly in two before backing off. He growled, angrily, slamming himself in again. “Tight!” He growled, his fingernails digging past her fur to find purchase in her skin. “Wally!” She barked in reply, finally finding her words. “Make her your slut, baby!” Meredith growled up at her husband. Tiffany froze, panic overtaking her before it melted into bliss. His knot slammed back against her cunt and this time it wasn’t backing down. Her pussy yawned wide for it, opening more and more until her eyes began to roll backwards in her head, her eyes going crossed. With a wet, lurid pop he sank inside her all the way. Tiffany was deathly silent, her eyes now bulging wide open at the shock of his enormous girth forcibly locking itself inside her. He snarled behind her, digging his hands into her sides before violently resuming his thrusts. Short, violent, little thrusts that yanked her body forward and back. Her grip around his knot was absolute and impossible to break. She held onto him with everything she had, effortlessly binding him inside her like he belonged there forever. Tiffany screamed, flipping her tail up and over her back, suddenly finding a windfall of energy. She threw her hips back, shoving her hands into the bed below her, rocking her body backwards to slam her rump into Wally’s hips. He grunted and slammed himself right back against her. Together they bred, rutted, fucked. She was grunting, feminine guttural noises that sounded so foreign to her own ears and yet she was beyond caring. She had a man inside her, a man that was fucking her, and Meredith was violently clinging to her like a life preserver. The cat was being dragged along with Tiffany and Wally, their thrusts and bucks rocking the bed frame, taking the cat along for the ride as she clung to Tiffany with an incredible grip. “Cum in her!” The cat squealed. Wally fucked her harder, grabbing her by the base of her tail. Tiffany took her turn to squeal. “Cum in me!” The saluki heard herself scream, but hearing herself didn’t embarrass her at all. She was past that, beyond caring, she only wanted Wally’s fat fox dick to unload itself inside his birthday present! He snarled again, an ugly almost painful noise as his cock snapped like a whip inside her. He began to throb, his balls slapping against the top of her mound as his nuts drew up tight to his body. She felt that first rope hit her, and then the second, so hot and deep its warmth spread quickly through her belly, soaking into her womb until that enormous pressure she’d felt from his cock grew to bursting. She felt so incredibly full, so incredibly tight, that she had to let it all out as a howling scream. She came again, her vision turning blissfully white and yellow as her body quaked with pleasure. His orgasm fed her own, the pressure building inside her until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Helpless, and yet in control, she violently began to rock and grind her ass against the fox. “That’s it!” Meredith hissed and whispered on repeat right into her ear. With every ounce of strength she had, she milked him, drawing out every drop she could on autopilot even as the pressure in her belly became painful. She felt right at home under him, filled to the brim, his slutty little birthday present. “You did such a good job!” The cat whispered to her, the feline’s hands still gripping her tight in that vice grip embrace. Their rutting faded with time, Tiffany struggling to maintain her senses, her sense of self. When exhaustion finally came to claim her, the fox’s cock was still buried deep in her pussy. Her birthday gift to Wally had been well received, but she couldn’t stay awake long enough to see him finish unwrapping it by yanking himself out of her gaping pussy. “Oh my gosh, that’s so cute!” The cat squealed happily when she saw the finished product. Sitting on top of a chocolate cupcake was now a finished decorative flower made from two colors of icing. Tiffany had ordered a decorative icing kit from Amazon and she and Meredith were preparing some desserts for church this coming Sunday. There was a bake sale this weekend and the two of them were making cupcakes and cookies, all topped with icing. Tiffany smiled down at her own handiwork and was happy with how the flower turned out, looking as close to a hydrangea as she could get with her amateur skill and a YouTube tutorial. “Thank you!” She replied. Meredith was decorating a bunch of cookies with the intention of them being more for the kids than the adults. Stealing the glossy icing recipe they’d used for Wally’s birthday cake, she was making Tetris cookies. She’d baked multiple sheets of cookie cakes and then with a knife she’d carefully sliced it into as many Tetris pieces as she could. Each cookie was going to receive a layer of glazed icing in a Tetris piece color with thin lines of black icing to make them look like blocks. A third person stepped into the kitchen, Wally now coming to look over Tiffany’s shoulder and down at the cupcakes. “Can I have one?” He asked. “No.” Both women replied in unison. These were for the bake sale. He groaned then wandered away and out of the kitchen. Tiffany turned to follow him with her eyes, then called out for him. He stopped and turned around to see what she needed. The fox was dressed in his birthday suit, bare from his head and down to his toes. She bit her lower lip and checked him out from his handsome face down to his plump sheath with its lipstick-pink tip poking out the top. “I just wanted a look.” She told him then turned back around to start the next cupcake. Meredith giggled from her side of the kitchen, a set of footsteps reappearing behind Tiffany just as she began to lift the tube of icing to start the next cupcake. A pair of strong hands snaked under her arms and snatched each of her tits for a squeeze. The saluki was happily topless in their kitchen, and completely defenseless to the fox’s advances save for the thong she was wearing. “Are you suuure I can’t have one?” He asked her, his fingers finding her plump nipples. “No! Go away! We will beat you!” Meredith came to her rescue, swatting her husband on the head. The cat was only wearing an old tee shirt and nothing else to save her modesty. The fox retreated in defeat, giving up the chance for a free cupcake as he returned to the living room and left them alone. “He’s such a butt.” The cat said of her husband, returning to work on her cookies. “Mhmm.” Tiffany replied but was still biting her lip with a happy wish to her tail. The sensation of where his hands had groped her breasts still lingered on her skin. Meredith then let out a quiet ‘ugh’ and moved away from her spot in the kitchen to hunt down the roll of paper towels. With one hand still holding her tube of icing, she was tearing off a sheet of paper towel with the other so she could wipe down her crotch again. “This is what I get for going first.” The cat pouted, fretting over the load of cum that was trying to leak down her thighs and onto her kitchen floor. Tiffany grinned, her tail now enthusiastically swishing. “That’s why big girls wear panties, Merry.” The saluki told her with a touch of smugness. “Oooh, uh huh.” The cat replied sarcastically. “The big girl gets a few rounds of sex coaching and suddenly she’s an expert.” Tiffany started grinning even more. “Maybe.” She said with a smile, the dog’s panties soaked through with Wally’s second load of cum. Wally might not be the birthday boy anymore, but he still got to open his present whenever he wanted.